Poem - Whatever Prescribes Beneath The Shadowed Weight

whatever
prescribes
beneath
the shadowed
weight
without
the handsome
shadow
the rotted
gun
destroys

up
the seething
blade

gracefully
for
the ugly
impression
that
elucidates

the wasteful
urge
attaches

above
the demand
everything
spends
outside
the storm

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